A Penguin, A Watermelon, and a Birthday
Last Friday, we had a birthday. I was going to post then, but got a little busy. I've been very moved by cjane's birth stories. She's a very lyrical writer and makes even the most mundane event seem lovely. I especially liked her most recent birth , the one where she has the baby at home with her husband doing the delivering. (What?!? I know.) So, I thought I'd write this very heart-felt and moving birth story for Max. See, I didn't write down all of my kids' stories. This is a bad thing when you have so many. Their tales have melted into little puddles of memory which run into each other until I can't remember which fact belongs to which story. I hope they forgive me. Max is an exception. I remember his birth very clearly. But, as I wrote his story I realized something. I'm not cjane. It was boring. And incredibly long. And boring. So, I wrote it as me, instead. Does this stomach make me look fa...